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11 My eyes fail with tears,
    my spirit is greatly troubled;
my bile is poured on the ground
    because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
because the children and infants faint
    in the streets of the city.

12 They say to their mothers,
    “Where is grain and wine?”
when they faint like a wounded man
    in the streets of the city,
as their life is poured out
    on their mothers’ bosom.

13 What can I say for you,
    to what shall I liken you,
    O daughter of Jerusalem?
What shall I compare with you,
    that I may comfort you,
    O virgin daughter of Zion?
For your devastation is great like the sea;
    who can heal you?

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